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[ro-writesstuff]

happy happy birthday!!!! hope you have an amazing one :))))) <33333

b / didyoulookforme

thank you thank you!! 🥰🥰

also today made me realize just how grateful I am for my life, friends, family, and this platform (get ready for a rant):

literally so crazy to think my sister’s words more than 3 years ago of ‘just make an account’ -met with some anxiety at first- turned into a place where people actually enjoy my writing and stories I create in my mind. it really was just supposed to be a silly way for me to cope when my mind wasn’t at its best, but I’m happy I can say it’s something I’m very proud of.

thank you to everyone who reads my fics and interacts with my work; I feel so incredibly lucky to have a space to connect with people and to be met with such a positive environment here.

so psyched for many more fics and stories to come 🫶🏼

cheers!

(also what I felt like today):

-ro 🩷

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matty healy - my plus one

a/n: posting this on my birthday as a gift to myself bc this might be my new favorite in this series! also a HUGE thank you to you guys bc we just passed 300 followers 🥹 tysm for supporting my writing best birthday gift ever!!! happy reading lovelies!! 🩷

summary: businessmajormatty! asks reader to a dinner for his business club.

cw: mentions of alcohol, first kiss nerves, slight george and charli cameo

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

his knuckles meet the wood and he’s almost positive he’s gonna throw up.

matty had gotten the formal invitation at his last club meeting:

join us in celebrating our graduating students — all members are welcome to bring a plus one, must be a university student.

a fancy dinner he couldn’t screw up while also seeing you in fancy nightwear?

sign him up.

“hey! so we- oh hi matty.”

his lips part at the sight of you: cute pink pajama shorts and a tank with no bra, and your sleek black glasses he’d only seen once, your gorgeous and silky hair falling gracefully over your shoulders.

you apologize for your appearance, “sorry I thought you were one of my friends. girls’ night. what’s up?”

the rhythm of your voice alone made him go insane. the way you made him feel was indescribable, and with the way you were talking so sweetly and casually talking to him? matty almost combusted on the spot.

he forces himself to answer. “no worries, I just, um-“

c’mon matty, don’t chicken out now, you’ve gotten this far, he thinks to himself.

he clears his throat, “i have like, a proper dinner for my business club and i'm able to bring a plus one."

you see where this is going, and lean into the side of the door, interested.

he speaks calmly, "it's this friday if you're free."

you and matty had been friends for a while, initially getting paired together for some stupid assignment for your class that had you blossoming into real friends. roommates and friends teased you about him, months of comments like 'he's practically your boyfriend' and 'he one hundred percent fancies you!' making you second guess you and matty's relationship.

although he wasn't your traditional type: super strongly built athletic guys that inevitable ended up cheating on you, matty had a sweet and nervous soul you had a soft spot for. sure he was dorky, but in a charming and irresistible way that made your stomach flip.

"are you asking me out, matty?"

he almost falls to his knees, "um, yeah. yes. if you want to go. but if you have plans-"

"i'll be there." you respond firmly.

he couldn't believe it. had he heard you correctly?

"what time healy?"

your response propels his confidence, "starts at 6, but i'll meet you here at 5:30?"

"sounds great."

he smiles, "see you then."

his eyes are met again with the pine door and with the circumstance you'd actually said yes. a sigh of relief fills his lungs.

***

as you unplug your curling want, you hear a rhythmic tap of matty's knock against your door. you smile to yourself as your eyes meet the time: 5:30 on the dot.

"hello, oh-"

he takes a breath as you open the door, the wind being completely knocked out of him by your outfit. a shimmery, light blue dress hugs your figure, accentuating your breasts with its somewhat revealing cut. he's visibly shaking from the adrenaline, and he gawks at how stunning you look. his eyes fall down to your chest, quickly reverting to your even more alluring eyes.

you giggle at his reaction, "this pass the dress code?"

"yeah, yeah," he mumbles. "look fantastic." he can't believe how this is happening, and the idea of how you dressed up all for him made his heart pound even faster. his eyes rake your body, mind wandering to dangerously inappropriate places.

before he can come out of his daze, you decide to fluster him a bit more. "come in," you say, getting on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

his brain practically explodes as he enters and by a miracle he finds his voice, "these are for you, by the way." the plastic in his hands hold a bouquet of your favorite flowers, plastic crinkling as you place them down on your desk, thinking of how the hell he knew which one was your favorite.

"thank you, that's so sweet."

truth be told, he saw a drying bouquet of them sitting in a vase the first time he'd come over, and made it a point to himself to remember which one it was but you didn't need to know that.

matty takes a seat at your desk, briefly looking at your scattered pens and crumpled papers as you finish getting ready, reading a reminder you'd written to yourself on a sticky note:

wash blue dress for friday!!

your voice erupts from across the room, "sorry, i'm almost done. just need to put these on."

dreamily, he sighs as he watches you fish for your shoes, "no rush."

you grab the pair of nude heels and walk over to your bottom bunk, the mattress giving way underneath you. you hunch over to buckle your shoes, hair falling over your gorgeous face as you do so. matty notices your dress crinkling, talking hurriedly.

"let me? your dress."

within seconds he's knelt down in front of you. he slides the shoes on one foot at a time, nimbly putting the fabric through the buckle and tightening them. he was being so delicate it was almost as if your ankles were hurt. it was a weirdly intimate action, but it felt right in the moment.

you take the time to notice his suit, a black fitted one with slacks and dress shoes, and a deep crimson tie fell around his neck, all ironed and crisp.

his tie is undone, you notice.

his curls bounce ever so slightly as he finishes and looks up at you, eyes meeting yours, filled with excitement and eagerness. "all set?" he asks, holding his hand out to you.

you laugh, making his heart skip a beat. "i am, but are you?" you say pointing to the tie hanging around his neck.

he feigns surprise, "oh, i didn't know how to tie it."

yes, it was a tad cliche that he wanted you to tie it for him, and yes, he overplayed how this moment would go in the mirror when he got ready, but he thought it would be like those scenes in romance films, breaking the awkwardness and anxiety he had, creating that perfect moment he dreamed of.

oh the romantic he was.

without a word, you start knotting it, flipping it back and forth with ease. his swallows hard as you continue, praying you don't realize how he almost isn't breathing. he stares, eyes following your every movement as you finish and start to dust off a few lint pieces off his shoulders. your hands meet the front of his chest, their warmth steadying him.

"much better," you smile.

he nods. "shall we?"

***

the venue is gorgeous, decorate elaborately with pots of flowers and chandeliers placed meticulously around the room. a few professionally made banners hang across the wall with people taking pictures with them, light music playing in the background.

matty smooths out his suit, "do you want a drink?"

a sound of surprise leaves you. "you're allowed to? i though this was a uni function."

his hand finds its way to yours, "sometimes you've got to mix business and pleasure, sweetheart." he winks, "plus it's an open bar."

you're shocked. normally he doesn't act this way and is very inderect, but something's got a hold of him tonight. you like this version of him.

your voice drips with poshness as you play along, "oh pardon me mr. business matty. i'll take one then."

his heart soars.

you soak in the environment as matty leads you to the bar and orders both your drinks, noticing the amount of people in the room.

matty passes your drink to you with a small napkin, raising his own glass to yours. "to having a good night."

you smile, "cheers."

the glasses clink and you both take a sip, the sharpness of the alcohol easing both your nerves. you notice he's a little closer now, less tense than earlier. a warm feeling spreads across your chest.

a voice booms from a few feet away. "hey man! where have you been? we've been looking all over for you." matty seems just as excited to see him, the stranger's arm slinging around matty as the pair turns to you. "who's this gorgeous thing?"

"this is y/n." he pauses, unsure if he should elaborate. he'd told george that he liked you, and being the good friend george was he'd even practiced with matty how he would ask you out; so in short, he really did know who you were.

you shoot him a friendly smile, "nice to meet you-?"

"george." he says with a smirk, relieved to finally meeting you. " so you're the famous y/n we keep hearing about. you know matty-"

matty practically pushes george off him with a forced laugh, "that's enough from you." he pats george on the chest with a fake smile that makes you bite back a smile. "off you go mate."

george lowers his voice as he starts to walk away, "keep me updated, yeah?" he waves goodbye to you both as matty grumbles and rolls his eyes.

"keep him updated on?" you wonder, having a slight feeling it was related to you.

matty's hand meets the small of your back, "you'll see soon enough gorgeous.”

you keep your laughter at bay as someone on the microphone urges everyone to take their seats.

***

throughout the night, speeches and awards are given to the graduating class. some got money and others received a trophy or certificate of some kind. it was almost sentimental, and it reminded you of past banquets you hat to attend.

you sat there pretty and politely enduring what seemed like an hour or two of talking.

and that's all he was thinking about.

how could you like him so much to the point where you'd endure absolute nonsense on a topic that you had no interest in? you virtually knew nobody and still made the effort to try and get to know the people sitting at your table. only few people could do that. but that's just what you were: an angel.

deep down, matty knew you were a naughty one. from the kinds of sexual jokes you'd say to the smutty book he caught you reading once, and even when you rolled your eyes at matty's praises during study sessions, he noticed how your legs lightly squeezed together. and the fact that you were doing it as he placed his hand on your thigh made him want to kiss you and wear your lipstick for the rest of the night but he takes control of himself.

matty's ever the gentleman though, pulling your chair out and checking in on you after a long bit of conversation he's had with a friend. you start to chat with the girl sitting next to you, and to your surprise she's very nice.

"you're here with matty?" she asks.

"i am yeah," you reply as matty and a group of boys laugh loudly next to you. "are you part of the club?"

she, charli you learn, laughs. "oh no. tried one class and hated it. met george in it though, we've been together ever since." she points to the man you met earlier, talking with a few friends.

a few hours go by and matty and you circulate around the room, meeting different people and professors. after each conversation, matty explains the drama of the club: who's hooked up with who and why that last guy you talked to blocked the other guy from two conversations ago.

you two return to your original table, seeing everyone start to head out. matty turns to you, "ready to go love?"

you nod, chairs scraping against the floor. his arm snakes around your waist as you gather your things, a shive running through you.

the weather turned colder than expected as matty holds the door for you and his friends. they're all chattering about a myriad of things as they start to disperse, and you overhear charli say a few words to matty:

"she's lovely, well done."

they share a hug and you smile to yourself as matty's attention comes back to you.

"did you have fun?" he asks, sliding his hand into yours.

of course you reply in the affirmative, informing him of you how perceived the night, awards, people, etc. as matty notices your teeth slightly chattering.

he sheds his coat as you continue, placing the thick fabricc over your shoulders. he's not totally sure you notice as he opens the door to your building. you talk the entire elevator ride up to your room, but matty doesn't mind; he'd listen to you all day if you'd let him. the steel doors open you you arrive at your door, his hear pounding in his chest.

this is it, he thinks.

he's nervous. oh so nervous and the fact that he can smell your shampoo from here makes him dizzy.

"thank you for inviting me. i really had a good time." you genuinely say. it was nice to see him outside of an academia stting for once.

he shoves his hands in his pockets, "'course. wouldn't imagine going with anyone else."

your cheeks heat at his comment, and you wait for a moment before reaching to enter the number sequence to open your door.

say it matty, you both think.

"can i kiss you?"

the words come out rushed, and he winces at his delivery. anxiety bubbles in his stomach but quickly dissipates when he hears a light chuckle from you.

"yeah," you say, closing the space between you two.

"okay," he breathes, slowly placing his hands on your waits, and yours wrapped around his neck. there's a brief moment of realization for him that there's a good chance you've done this before and he well, just hasn't. he doesn't want to mess this up, and heavens he's so afraid to do so.

"is now a bad time to say i've never-?"

he feels a tug on his tie as your lips come just an inch closer to his.

"just kiss me."

he nods, lips meeting yours. of all the time staring at them, they're softer than what you expected, but with the same intensity and passion you imagined them with. his arms pull you closer to him as he breaks the kiss, now only millimeters away from you. a shared sigh fills the dingy hallway.

"good night, matty." you smile, gently wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

god, that smile.

"good night, y/n."

there's the faint beeping of the keypad as you carefully open the door with a loud click. he only realizes you're inside when your gorgeous eyes aren't meeting his, and only then does he realize you still have his jacket.

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ollie bearman - lover

a/n: i actually love ollie sm and don't know why i don't write for him more often so here u go!

summary: ollie comes home from a boys' night and just wants to love you.

cw: inebriated / horny ollie

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

ollie had left for a night out with his friends a few hours ago, leaving you at home to binge watch your favorite show.

you’d gotten a few texts from ollie responding to a meme you sent him about an hour after he’d left, and some other random things from earlier.

after about half an hour, too many messages were being sent one after the other. when you picked up your phone at first, you thought if was a group chat; after seeing the texts were sent by ollie, it was a clear signal that he was getting more drunk by the minute.

that and the fact that his spelling got worse.

ollie: love u! hope you're having a good night amore

ollie: miss youuuu

ollie: i cabt believe ur my girlfriend

ollie: why aren’t yoi herreeee

ollie: OMG YR MINE THATS AWESIM

ollie: I LIVE YIU AMORRE IR THW BEST

making your way to the bathroom, you giggle at the texts, making a mental note to respond to him. you turn the shower handle on and hop inside.

***

you hear ollie mumble something in italian as he opens the door to your bedroom.

“Y/N!” he says, a beaming smile on his face. “Whoa,”

you had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around your figure. just as ollie walked in, you were going to change into some sweats and one of ollie’s hoodies.

the timing couldn’t be better, ollie thinks.

“hi love, missed you.”

he wraps you in his arms, the scent of alcohol radiating off him. “no way i missed you too!” he replies, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

he releases you from his grasp as he kicks his shoes off and lays on his stomach on the floor, you honestly impressed that he didn’t vomit on the carpet. ollie lets out a groan of relief.

“let me guess. you and the boys got drunk tonight?” you joke lightly.

ollie gasps dramatically against the floor, turning on his back. "’m not drunk. can a drunk person do this?" he waves his arm towards you, laughing when he nearly hits your leg.

you laugh with him, "i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re not doing anything."

his smile fades. "but i sent you my love. did you… did you not get it?" he says, trying to stand, losing his balance but catching himself on your dresser.

"maybe i need to send it again," he mumbles more to the dresser than himself.

you laugh at his antics. "no, no! i got it ollie, don't worry." you say, walking over to the dresser and picking a t shirt and sweats for him to change into. you notice ollie staring, but decide not to comment on it.

"you're so gorgeous," he beams.

"thank, you baby. let's-"

“no, you really are.” he says seriously. he holds your face in his hands, "i love you mi amore." he plants a kiss on yours forehead.

although he's drunk, you know he means it.

"i love you more ollie.” you reply, him now smiling from ear to ear and face flushed.

“here, change into these and I’ll be right back,” you feel ollie grab onto your arm as you turn, almost falling over.

“where’re you going?” he asks, a concerning look on his face. “please stay.”

“kinda need to change out of this towel, baby.” you say matter of factly.

“you can!” he says rather excitedly, but then calibrates how that sounds to you. he clears his throat, his tone relaxing. “i mean, I won’t look. promise.”

you roll your eyes at his cuteness. “fine, stay over there.”

“yay!” he practically yells.

you both change on your opposite sides, and when you turn back around, you’re mesmerized by a shirtless Ollie in sweatpants. his muscles caught the light just right and it made you weak in the knees.

judging by Ollie’s face, you weren’t subtle about it.

“like what you see darling?” he asks you, a wide smirk clear on his face.

you blush. “i do, but let’s put that aside for now.”

"but why?!" he huffs, dramatically throwing himself on your bed.

"you’re intoxicated, baby. that's why," you giggle. "you need to go to sleep."

as ollie's arms take hold of you, you both shuffle into the sheets, limbs tangling together.

"fine, i'll just dream of you then," he mumbles into your skin before you hear soft snores erupting from him.

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matty healy - a favor

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts for FOREVER. finally got around to it at 12 am lol. enjoy 🩷

summary: uni!mattyhealy brings you an energy drink as requested as is concerned to say the least when he enters your dorm.

cw: none I don’t think

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

when you left for uni, your mum forced you to bring your stuffed animal.

mr. turtle had been your cuddly best friend since you were five, and when your mum realized he was not on the packing list, she almost cried right then and there.

so, for her sake you took it to uni and used him as a decoration for your bed. for the first couple of months you felt silly whenever it stared you in the eye as you left for class.

however, now Mr. Turtle was being a phenomenal resource to you.

you’d overheard in one of your classes that it was easier to retain information if you taught somebody, and evidently that ‘person’ was your stuffy from childhood.

now, the night previous to your exam, mr. turtle was sitting on your desk as you leafed through your notes, a rough attempt to you trying to cram the 3 bloody chapters of information your professor had assigned less than a week ago.

and to be honest, it worked pretty well.

“so you see mr. turtle, though it’s called negative reinforcement, you’re actually-”

suddenly a sweet british voice cuts through your lesson:

“love, have you lost your fucking mind?”

suddenly, you’re aware of your state: surrounded by and endless amount of fluorescent pens and markers, along with your notebook with scribbled lectures and a textbook that you paid way too much for.

you’d forgotten about the text you sent twenty minutes ago, or an hour (it could’ve been either, really) asking matty for an energy drink on his way over to your dorm.

and now he’s standing in your doorway, two cans in hand with his hair tousled and tugged at, most likely stressed from his own exam he needed to study for.

your brain has lost its filter, “why are you here?” your tone is more annoyed than you’d like it to be. oops.

matty laughs, “i believe the words you’re looking for are: ‘thank you my very handsome boyfriend for my drink.’” he holds out the can toward you.

“oh, sorry.”

he presses his lips against your temple, “that’s alright love.” he nods towards your beloved stuffy. “do I dare ask?”

“heard you get the information better if you teach someone,” the can cracks open as you take a sip, “was worth a shot.”

he sits, acting offended. “didn’t want to ask, you know, a real person?”

“i think I’d be distracted by your face, my very handsome boyfriend.”

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lando norris - let me ruin you

a/n: SO proud of lando getting P1 this weekend!!! in his home race!!! wrote this as a celebration fic lol. happy reading lovelies!

summary: lando comes home and has a few ideas.

cw: SMUT, choking, dom!lando (all consented)

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

he wanted to ruin you.

Lando had just gotten back home, the f1 summer break starting, and needless to say he was elated focus on anything but racing for a while.

so that focus shifted to you.

the plane ride home was dreadful, his brain teased him for the entire flight, making him half hard for at least the last thirty or forty five minutes. you were all he could think about: all the different ways he thought to make you shiver beneath his touch and make those pretty noises he’d been thinking about for the past week and a half. however that idea was short lived when jet lag hit him the moment he walked through the front door.

but now, after Lando got used to the time difference, he decided tonight was the night. after a day of relaxation and warm touches between one another, it started with you doing your routine reading before bed, looking at some articles on your phone then switching to the book you were halfway done with.

as he turns off the bathroom light, he makes his way over to you, lips attaching to the inside of your thighs as he makes himself comfortable between them.

shutting your book you giggle, “what’re you doing?”

he hooks his fingers around your underwear, “what does it look like im doing, baby?”

with his head locked between your thighs, he licked and sucked at your core as you almost unraveled around him. moans and whimpers escaped your lips as he just kept bringing you closer to your climax then watching it dissipate from you. the noises and feel of you caused any kind of control he had on himself to diminish.

“Lan,” you whine, hips grinding against his face, desperate to reach your orgasm.

“I know baby, I know.” a hand comes to caress your face. “just let me taste you for a little longer, baby.”

all you can do is nod in response, brain too fucked out to remember anything else except his name.

he smiles at your state, “my patient girl.”

to be honest you don’t know how long it’s been, lando’s fingers pushing and pressing harshly against your g spot, and the coil in your stomach starting unwind rapidly. the feeling’s blinding, feeling too much but too little at the same time.

suddenly, his fingers tug away from you, your walls clenching around nothing as lando’s thumb meets a stray tear.

“oh baby. it’s alright,” he coos.

more tears fall as he lets you catch your breath, you placing your hands on him for support, “Lando-“

his lips hover over yours, “fuckin love it when you say my name like that,” he growls. his eyes swirl with darkness and want as his hand wraps around your throat, lovingly.

“tell me how much you want to cum, sweetheart.”

“fuck baby. so fucking bad Lan, oh-“

your back arches as his thick fingers return inside of you, pumping in and out in rhythmic motions. your lower stomach starts to heat as lando attaches his lips and sucks on your clit, earning a high pitched moan from you.

“that’s it gorgeous. give it to me y/n.”

your vision blurs as lando’s pace quickens, you clenching and seizing at his touch. lando kisses your hips as your body shakes, your brain empties as you hear lando whisper soft praises near the shell of your ear.

his warmth evaporates as he pushes himself off you, “stay there princess.” he leaves for the bathroom and soon returns with a washcloth, slowly opening your legs again and gently cleaning you up. he places the towel on the bedside table, cuddling up next to you. “missed you. missed this,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“y/n. words, please.” he peaks down at you, eyes hazy. “you okay, love?”

“‘m okay,” you reply, reveling in the strength of his chest. his cool breath hits your warm skin as your breathing starts to even.

“love it when you can’t think of anything but me,” he teases. “sure you’re okay darling?”

“perfect.”

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like imagine this with lando or matty??? that would go insane, but like in what context do I write this 😭😭 HELP

also had a fantastic dream where I was married to our lovely danny ric and cried when I woke up bc it wasn’t real ANYWAY

have a great day!

- ro 🩷

p.s I may or may not have some fics lined up for sombr because he’s my newfound obsession 🤭

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just spent the last 45 minutes in my feels and listening to Caroline and willow by sombr and crying my eyes out then got a notification from Spotify saying a NEW SONG BY HIM DROPPED????

why am I just finding this out now????? anyway having a spazz attack I actually love him

- ro 🩷

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daniel ricciardo - sick day

a/n: been missing our honey badger as i rewatch old clips from the mclaren 2021 era

summary: danny takes care of you as you're sick.

cw: being sick, danny being the caring soul that he is

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

"bath's ready," your aussie boyfriend says, his head peaking out of the bathroom.

catching a stomach bug from one of your coworkers, you were mostly unable to do loads of things this week, like go to the store and replenish the hundreds of cough drops you'd been downing the last few hours. you briefly mentioned to your boyfriend that you had a sick bug, and within the hour danny had come over to your house with medicine, soup, and your favorite flowers.

"c'mon then love." he gently sat you up, a soft expression on his face as he helped bring you to the tub. danny pushed the bathroom door open, and the tub was filled with water with some bath salts as well as candles sitting in the corners, a soft light emitting from them.

"let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"wait," you managed through your sore throat. danny's attention turns back to you. "will you stay with me?"

a soft smile appeared on his face, "'f course."

***

you lay in the water, relaxed as you can be as danny massaged your head with shampoo. his fingers massage against your scalp minimizing your headache. he clasped your hair in his hands together and giggled, "look you have a mohawk now." he shines that iconic smile toward you and you melt. yes, it was a silly gesture, but everything he did put you in a better mood.

your eyes rolled back with a smile of your own as he rinses the conditioner out of your hair, fingers gently tugging and combing through it, making sure to not leave any behind. your eyelids shut as you feel the warm water rinse through your hair.

"you're pretty good at this whole boyfriend thing," you quip.

he squeezes the water out of your hair, "it's just because it's you. you know that."

the comment makes your heart skip a beat as danny leads you out of the water, wrapping a towel -fresh out of the dryer, he made sure of- around your body. his lips peck your forehead as he leaves to grab one of his soft sweatshirts and sweatpants for you to change into, leaving it on your bed. after you change, you tangle yourself into the sheets hopeful that you would warm up even more than you were.

meanwhile, danny searches in your cabinets for some medicine. eventually, he finds it and brings it to your room along with some water so you can sleep peacefully for one night, and smiles to himself when he sees you bundled up in the sheets.

"you comfortable there?" he asks, placing the water on the nightstand next to you as he opens the packaged pill. they fall into his palm.

"oh, thank you," you sniffle. you take and swallow the medicine and sipping a swig of water as he pulls the covers back next to you, the cold air making you shiver as a result of your fever.

climbing into his arms, he pulls the covers over you both, taking in a deep breath. you chat for a little bit, voices low and quiet as you start to drift off into sleep. he watches as your breathing evens, small snores erupting from your congested nose.

he laughs to himself, "good night princess. i love you."

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matty healy - present

a/n: hi lovelies! my depression’s been kicking my ass so here’s something that helped distract me 🩷 happy reading

summary: reader’s been having some confidence issues and her and matty have plans to go to the beach

cw: bad headspace, fluff, angst if you squint, matty being sweet

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

the universe was on you and Matty’s side. finally.

matty informed you that due to technical issues, the last few days of their tour had to be rescheduled. of course you felt bad but you also missed your boyfriend; facetimes and calls lasting well over three hours just werent the same.

after matty came home, and through fits of kisses and hugs, you caught up about everything under the sun in a span of several hours.

in that, matty had mentioned that some mutual friends had invited you both to the beach.

shit.

“can, uh, can we actually do something else?” you rush.

he looks surprised. “oh, ehm”, he hesitates. “is it that time of the month?”

a light laugh escapes your lips. “no, no. i just-“ you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “i just don’t really feel like going to the beach is all.”

he pouts, peeking out the window, “love, it’ll be such a nice day, why-“

his words starts to blur, the noise turning into unrecognizable sounds as your head rushes with too many thoughts.

i haven’t been working out.

i don’t want other people to see me like this.

i just want to spend time with him.

does he not want to spend time with me?

his convincing slows as he sees your mind wander.

“Y/N?”

his thumb meets a stray tear on your cheek. its warmth steadies you, a reminder that he’s there. he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, “tha’s ‘kay, love. we don’t have to, hmm?”

you sigh. “no, no. I’m overreacting. I-,”

matty leans in, his warm lips connect to yours, safe and reassuring. you relax as he pulls away, a smile lingered between you as matty wraps his arms around you. you pressed your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he pulled you closer. he made you feel seen and loved, even when you couldn’t do it yourself.

and that was one of the best things about him.

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lando norris - a simple ask

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while. oops :) friendly reminder requests for f1 drivers are open! happy reading 🩷

summary: you convince lando to try on some of your makeup.

cw: two idiots in love, swearing maybe

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

it was just a small question.

lando sighs, “you want to put makeup on me?”

"please?"

you silently begged that he would say yes and jutt out your bottom lip.

how could he say no to that gorgeous face?

“fine.”

you squeal, sitting him down, practically dragging him to your vanity as you open the drawers beside him revealing your many makeup products. after a sassy comment from your boyfriend about how he would look better in some of your makeup products and what felt like ten minutes of convincing, you had finally persuaded him to actually do it.

he slightly groans as you excitingly pull a few products out, the packaging glimmering one on top of the other as you fish out the ones that match your boyfriend’s skin tone.

"love, why’s there so many?” he questions, gently looking at a few pieces of your wide variety collection.

you take a neutral but sparkly eyeshadow palette and dip an eyeshadow brush as you reply. “it takes a lot to become pretty. close your eyes please.”

“you don’t need-“

he flinches as you start against his eyelid leaving a dot of powdery sparkles in the middle of it, quickly stopping his clearly snarky comment he was about to make. you giggle, sliding the brush against his skin.

“that’s funny, you reckon?” he says, eyes closed.

you sit in a comfortable silence, focused as you perfect his eyeshadow, blending it with your fingers. when he hears you looking for something in the drawer, he slowly opens his eyes. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, a charming smile that sends you squirming.

you try to recollect yourself, “okay, sit still I’m gonna do your eyeliner now.”

lando sits quietly as you concentrate, his long eyelashes sitting flush against his perfectly smooth skin. he sets his hands on your waist for support, a movement he’s done many times but now seems oddly intimate. butterflies move in your stomach, causing your heartbeat to fasten. you inhale a little sharper, giddy at the slightest feeling he gives you.

as you finish his eyeliner and lift your hand, lando’s eyes follow you as he detects the slight shift in your body language. the way you’ve tensed up in the smallest way tells him something was up.

“you gettin’ shy on me?” he asks, index finger pointing at your now blushing face.

shit he caught that. “no, just admiring how good you look is all.”

“mhmm.” his eyes lock with yours, having a hold to them. not quite possessive, something else you can’t quite grasp.

you reach into your drawer pulling out the next item, uncapping it.

“what the hell is that?” lando questions, the spiky brush clearly foreign to him. you genuinely think he’s terrified.

“it’s mascara,” you say stifling a laugh. “it makes your lashes look longer.” lando takes the wand from you and inspects it.

“trust me, okay? it’s not gonna hurt i promise.” you say, hands gently tugging at his curls to soothe him.

his eyes meet yours, “you’re lucky i love you, y’know.”

the four letter word is like music to your ears as lando calms himself down and looks up like you tell him to. you gently brush his lashes and wipe the excess away.

“so pretty,” you beam.

“whatever you say, gorgeous.”

you ruffle through the drawers and take out two small bottles of concealer. swiping both on your skin, your eyebrows furrow to see which one matches him better. lando looks at you in awe, taking in your features. the soft lighting of your bedroom perfectly highlights your nose, one of his favorite facial features of yours, and the way you’re taking your time and being patient with him makes his heart swell.

his daydream is quickly ruined by you dabbing the product underneath his eyes, however.

“oye, why’s it so cold,” he complains, forehead crinkling together at the feeling.

“calm down drama queen, it’s just concealer.”

one you’re done, you grab the final product. you rattle the box in front of him. “pick your poison, gorgeous.”

he peeks into it, the collection of lipstick tubes, bottles, glosses and whatnot sit together in different directions. Lando settles on a pink gloss, one of your favorites.

as you start to twist off the cap and bring it closer to his luscious lips, he places his hand on yours.

“wait- I , uh, have an idea.”

you nod at him to continue.

he plays with the hem of your shirt as he thinks, debating how to word this. his curls bounce as his eyes meet your own.

“maybe you could like, put it on and then, um…” he voice trails off. you’ve never seen him so vulnerable, usually he’s mr. confident. it’s kind of adorable actually.

“kiss you?” you finish for him.

“y-yeah.” he mumbles.

you smile in agreement, swiping on the the pink lip gloss, its shade perfect, as you press your lips together.

you turn and set the product down with a small clatter on the counter, “ready?”

Lando nods, excitement running through his veins. he finds it lovely when you’re in makeup, but especially lip gloss. he’d never say it but when you had to wipe it from wherever it’s left its mark: his cheek, lips, neck, he loved it.

you cup your hand on either side of his face as his deep, gorgeous eyes meet yours. your lips connect as a rush of passion courses through both of you, his arms pulling you tighter to him.

you hear the slightest whimper as you pull away, using your fingers to clean up the gloss and perfect the final look.

“all done.”

he takes the compact mirror from your hand as he moves his face around to see the array of things you’ve meticulously put on his face.

he hums, “not half bad, thank you love.”

“you’re welcome,” you say starting to put away the mess you’ve made. lando’s hands reach from behind you and stop your movements. you look at him through the mirror confused.

“i think i should be able to do yours now, no? seems only fair.”

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I’m sorry this is too hilarious not to share this is currently what my Pinterest looks like…

anyway crashing out about my final exams this week so looking at pictures of my two favorites again are healing me 🥰

- ro 🫶🏼

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cuz I have SO MANY DRAFTS of f1 related things idk what to do with them 😳😳 … also bc it was Ollie’s birthday and it threw me back in hardcore lol

anyway hope you’re having a great day lovelies!

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decisions, decisions - matty healy

a/n: i love the concept of married!matty au PLEASE send ideas if you have them 🙏🏼happy reading loves 🩷

summary: on the third day of your honeymoon, you and matty try to figure out what you want to do.

content warning: mentions of smut, cursing, some fluff

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

***

the sun peeks through the curtains of your hotel room as you turn your head to look at the time. 10:47.

matty had been awake for about thirty minutes, taking in your sleeping figure. although he was an early riser, the tiring yet exciting events from the past few days were catching up to him. needless to say, he was happy you were stirring awake now.

you stretched your body outwardly as you turn your body to him, a smile appearing on Matty’s face as you pull yourself closer to him as a content sigh leaves your lips. birds chirp outside, and matty can’t think enough how lucky he is. he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, wanting to see your beautiful face.

you almost giggle at the contact. “good morning my handsome husband.”

he smiles, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, then tilts your chin upwards at him, his brown eyes full of love and desire as he plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

“mornin’ my gorgeous wife.”

he never fails at causing butterflies in your stomach.

you take a breath, trying to rid of that giddy feeling in your stomach. “so what are we going to do today?” you ask.

matty decides to be cheeky.

he slides his arms between your back and the mattress his figure now on top of you. your legs cage his body on either side as your admire and trace over his prominent back muscles.

“oh i thought we already decided,” he says with an undertone of playfulness.

you give him a confused look.

“thought we were staying in and having sex all day.” he states with a sly smile.

you laugh at his words. “matty, we-”

he cuts you off by cupping your breast as you let out a soft whimper. his fingers hook onto your underwear as you lift your hips, the material sliding off you and being thrown across the room. matty’s lips travel down, down, down as you start to feel a pulsing in your lower stomach.

his breath is hot against your skin as you try to squirm away from him, but his strong grip holds your hips down.

“could be fun,” his eyes peel away from your skin and stare intensely at yours, “mrs. healy.”

your new name same sends a spark of excitement down your spine as you smile. you become entranced by his movements, unable to look away. he places kisses on the inside of your thighs, lips hover over where you need him most.

his lips plant itself to the inside of your knee, fingers teasing the outside of your dripping cunt, “your call, gorgeous.”

you sigh, glancing outside looking at the sun that was getting closed in my a set of clouds. the weather was starting to become dreary and maybe he was right: it was best to stay inside.

“fine.”

“knew you’d cave,” he says as he hooks your legs around his shoulders. “can’t resist me,” he says with a wink.

“shut up healy.”

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freudian slips - matty healy

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: why did writing this make me sad… anyway enjoy! 🫶🏼

summary: you pick matty up from a night out and he says something he wasn’t supposed to.

cw: cursing, ANGST, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

***

your phone buzzed with vigor.

the harsh blue light of your phone screen cuts through the darkness of your room, cursing who could be calling you this late at night.

well technically, this early in the morning.

suddenly, you were reminded of something your best friend had said. he’d mentioned a week ago how he was going out with one of his friends tonight. low and behold, there was his contact illuminating the room.

***

matty had refused to go out for a while, telling his two friends he was tired and mumbled things of 'you guys go, i'll be here when you come back'. he anticipated the back and forth with his friends, but not his much.

ross, however, in an attempt to get matty out of the house (and to try and convince him to consider even looking at other girls, knowing damn well about matty's crush on you) forcibly made him get ready and drove him to the bar he and his friend was meeting at. though ross loved matty, ross knew he was too scared to do anything about it.

oh, how ironic that thought would become.

***

“yes?” You treaded carefully, not knowing what Matty’s night had consisted of.

“hi, erm, can you pick me up? Had- whoa,” he tripped over a missing segment in the sidewalk, earning a giggle from the other end of the telephone. He smiles to himself, the sound warming his heart in the cold of December.

ross had good intentions tonight: to get matty to look at a girl that wasn't you. however, that plan was defenestrated when a girl ordered ross a drink at the bar.

and matty much rather had ross gone than being bugged by him about finding someone to dance with the whole night.

“yeah, can you come pick me up? the fucker ran off with some girl and now ‘m all alone.” he rambled.

“sure,” you checked his location and said you’d be there in ten minutes.

***

you see his inebriated figure sitting on a bench outside when you shut off your car.

matty immediately recognizes the sound of your car, mind ecstatic you were here with him now. as soon as he ended the phone call, he was thinking about you sitting next to him, truthfully.

“hello beautiful!” he beamed, body slumping to the bottom of the bench as you help him sit upright. you mumble a greeting as he wiggles around like jelly.

“you’re glowing,” he says, pupils dilated and a shit eating grin covering his face.

you laugh. “healy, get in the car please.” you rush, unsure if he was going to puke.

“why're you laughing," he says, pouting. "‘m serious!” he protested.

thankfully, matty got in the car willingly, refusing to put on his seatbelt and after you clicking it in for him turned on the car.

“ah.”

the reflection of your car lights off the car in front of you practically blinds him as he lets out a pained noise. he shields his eyes, his sight starting to spin again as you start to drive. when his vision returns, he disinterestedly watches the blurred lights and unknown shapes near the darkened road. his head lulled to the side as you turn the car, gaze softening as he marveled over the sight of you.

now that view he could never get bored of.

the glow of the dashboard's icons illuminates your features in a delightful manner, as the tires scrape against the rough road outside. your soft demeanor calms him. the sight reminded him of late movie nights at his house when you fell asleep, too tired from work and the other things that bothered you from the day. not that he minded; you always felt bad and mumbled a 'sorry' and he an 'it's alright, darlin''; a gentle routine he would surely never get tired of. your breathing would blend with the soft sounds of the movie, and when they were just slightly louder than the tele, his gaze shifted to your sleeping figure.

his hand slides over the soft skin of your thigh, and you feel your heartbeat quicken. your eyes try to stay glued to the road, although your body wants to abandon driving altogether. this isn't the first time he's done this, and you certainly hope it isn't the last. you manage to get your thoughts in order and when you do, sigh in relief you're halfway to matty's house.

“how was your night, love?” he knew he could get away with as many pet names as he wanted tonight.

you smile, “okay. not doing much.”

the car ride was quiet, other than him randomly singing and asking you questions. you pull the car into park as matty found his house key in your keychain, (a task to keep him focused from getting nauseous from the car ride) handing you his extra key for moments like this.

“okay, healy. inside you go,” the key slides into the lock as he mumbled to himself. unsure of what he said, you push him through the door and locking it behind you.

he stumbles around for a few minutes, eventually landing on the soft plush of the couch, his face squished against the cushions. his mouth mumbles, “god, you’re lovely.”

you ignore his comment, unsure if he was talking to you or the sofa cushions.

opening matty's cabinet, you grab one of his favorite mugs and fill it with water. matty babbles something you can't quite catch from across the room as you return with the cup full of water in hand.

“d'know why y-you date those ugly guys.” he says, words forming together as one.

you laugh at his more-than-usual bluntness, “you saying I have bad taste in men?”

“maybe, depends on who you go out with next,” he winks.

your cheeks heat. “yeah, yeah, healy. drink this,” you hand him the cup, anticipating the paper towel you were needing to grab in the next minute or so.

he gasps. “thank you!” he reaches his hands out, eyes and mind exceedingly focused on not spilling a single drop. it would be embarrassing spilling in front of you, after all.

you’re slightly impressed by his somewhat good balance for his state as his eyes suddenly burst open and light up with a big smile. you chuckle at his movements, carefully swinging his legs on the footstool as you start to untie his shoes. a quiet lull falls over the room.

a smile pulls at your lips, it was moments like this that you knew you'd be a great couple if you weren't so chicken to do something about it.

“oh, I forgot to tell you!” matty starts, curls falling before his forehead.

“hmm?” you wonder.

“there was a girl that looked exactly like you at the bar, darlin’. same height, hair. ev’rythin," the ceramic mug clinks against his teeth, as a soft 'ow' leaves his lips.

"thought I was gonna have to shag her.”

his relaxed figure takes a sip like it was the most casual thought in the world as your actions halt, the sound replaying in your mind on a loop trying to comprehend if he really had just said that. his shoelaces drop from your hands as you stay frozen, unsure of how to react. should you just act like you didn’t hear him? or the opposite? why would he say something like that?

did he feel the same?

still frozen, matty catches onto you. shit, he didn’t mean to say it like that. yes, it has some underlying truth to it, but he wanted to tell you that when he was sober. not in a drunken state where you could misinterpret everything and it costed your friendship.

the thoughts piled on your mind one after the other, your face contorting into an expression of confusion.

no, he couldn’t.

he wishes he could take back the words, “no, no. not like that, I swear.” the strong slur in his words seemed to have dissipated. he reaches over to the table next to him, hurriedly setting the drink down with a clink! as he tries to dig himself out of the hole he just made.

“just, uh, thought she was pretty is all.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, eyeline dropping as he waits for your response.

“i’m, uh-” fear rose in your chest as you felt yourself stand, “’m gonna go.”

“no, Y/N, I didn't mean-”

“you're drunk,” you say sternly. “you don't know what you're talking about,"

his eyes pleaded against yours, knowing you would never believe him. "Y/N, i do-"

"bye matty,” you hurriedly gather your things as matty tries to rush after you, his body stuttering over itself as you slam his front door shut. he looks through his window as you trot down to your car, cursing at himself as your car lights hurry home.

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had a dream where I was staring at shirtless matty and he caught me and had me suck his dick as an apology…

so I may or may not have a fic in the works about that now lol

me bc I have to go to class now:

anyway happy Thursday lovelies I hope you have a great day! 🩷

- ro

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omg ross an car smut?!!! a dreaaaaaam

ross macdonald - passenger princess

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

summary - you and ross pull over because of the weather.

a/n: this one gives winter vibes ngl... anyway requests are still open! enjoy lovelies

cw: cursing, smut, car sex

***

“maybe we should just wait it out?” 

your voice strangled against the hard rain the windshield wipers were swatting away. Ross had been driving just short of thirty minutes after visiting a friend's birthday party when the rain started to get worse. 

Ross’s hand gripped the steering wheel as the other layed gently on the inside of your thigh. he’d been teasing you all night, subtly squeezing your thigh and inching closer and closer to your core, leaving your mind a mess, then getting up to do something else across the room. 

the dark road is only lit up by a few passing cars, swishing and passing by. the car moves to the side of the road, rain making the light blurry and hard to see. he turns off the engine, the frigid temperature from outside starting to bleed slowly into the car. 

Ross sighs, and looks out the window, hiking his hand closer to the apex of your thighs, noticing how you tense against his large hands. he knows he’s been making you act up, and a smirk curves onto his face as he slips his hand into your pants.

“want to tell me why you’re so wet, angel?” 

you gawk at his forwardness, a response hitching in your throat. You loved it when he got like this: possessive and touchy. his actions throughout the night replay in your mind, soft yet dominating as he casually held a conversation with a friend, causing your stomach to flip. 

The air is cold yet strained with want, and your eyes are fixed anywhere but him. he hooks his fingers around your underwear as you lift your hips involuntarily, the movement done so many times it’s muscle memory. Your panties slide down your legs, now forgotten about underneath the seat as ross continues with his movements. his touch is energizing, and his other hand meets your throat, squeezing slightly, the pressure causing a quiver in your lower stomach. 

“asked you a question, beautiful,” his lips travel to your collarbone, warm and sultry. 

“y-you,” you stutter. “you’re why i’m,” your voice trails off, not wanting to admit that the way he looked at you and the small touches all night was clouding you mind with loads of dirty thoughts about your boyfriend. 

“mmm, am I now?” 

“yes ross. oh fuck-“ 

he slides a finger in and you writhe in your seat, hips rolling forward and back as you try to create any type of friction between you and his hand. adding another finger you grip the door handle, a silent smile tugging at ross’s lips at your action. He knew the desire and want bubbling inside you was trying to stay at the surface, and he knows eventually he was going to get you there, you chanting and crying out his name in the process. 

desperation creeps into your voice, the need for him becoming stronger with every movement of his fingers. “Ross, please,” you cry. the feeling in your belly starts to unwind, it making your breath speed up when suddenly the movements halted. 

Your noises and outward sexual despair was driving him insane, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

“wh-?” 

he undoes his belt, tossing it behind him as he shimmies his jeans down with his boxers, his length red and leaking with precum. you watch as he strokes himself a few times, practically drooling, as you watch his chest heave forward and back. finally his focus comes back to you. 

he swallows. “go ahead, darling. sit,” 

a look of hesitation spreads across your face. the new experience of car sex with ross sent a shiver down your spine along with nervousness and intimidation. You carefully climbed over the car console, sliding your knees to each side of him just hovering over the top of his very hardened cock, reluctance clear in your actions. 

“I said sit,” he said, gathering your dress at your hips pulling you onto his length. a gasp echoes in the car, quiet amongst the pouring, almost hailing rain. Ross groans, placing a sweet kiss against your cheek, “good girl.” 

his hands rest firmly on your hips, as you move up and down his dick. your hips move faster, and Ross attaches his lips to your nipple, causing you to moan in surprise. steam starts to fill the car along with obscene sounds of your hips snapping together, faster and faster. 

his cock slams into you again and again, stretching you out and making you dizzy, the feeling in your stomach starting to unwind. he mumbles something against your skin and you nod in response, the sensation feeling too good to focus on anything else. 

with a few more pumps you float, the heat in your lower stomach snaps, as you shut your eyes, legs shaking and body buzzing as Ross’s hands go back to guide your hips. he follows suit a few moments later, your name falling from his lips again and again as you feel his hot cum spurt inside of you. the feeling makes you moan, clutching onto ross’s arm as he litters your skin with hickeys as you come down your high. 

your forehead lands sticky against his shirt as his hand starts to soothe against your back, the air being filled with slowing breaths and a satisfied silence. 

you both shift your gaze out the window, looking at the sharp winds blowing branches and leaves of large trees outside, rain pattering lightly against the window.

“still raining,” he says, carefully untangling a few pieces of your hair. you hum in response, eyes and limbs starting to feel heavy. barely any thoughts appear in your head, your mind quiet and still. 

“should get goin’, yeah?” he asks, voice rough and laced with sex. his head cocks at you, content, taking in your state as a giggle passes his lips. You always got sleepy after you had sex, not that he minded. He loved seeing you so untroubled and comfortable; it made his heart happy. 

“gonna be my passenger princess until we get home?” 

you nod hazily as you feel a gentle and loving pull at your hair. 

“words, love.” 

“mhmm, ‘f course,” the words take all your energy but they’re there. Ross places a kiss on your forehead and helps move you back to your seat, strong arms gently placing you down. the seatbelt clicks together as you lull your head, eyes meeting with his. 

He smiles at your response. “gonna sit in your seat then and look pretty for me until we get home then?” 

You nod as ross gently lifts you up and over to the passenger side. His arm reaches over to grab the seatbelt and clicks it in place for you. Your eyes close as the car starts to move again, hearing the drops of water hit the window beside you as you drift off into sleep. 

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april showers - ross macdonald

a/n: happy april everybody! 🌷💐

summary: ross decides to suprise you by coming home early.

content warning: shower smut, cursing, not proofread

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+

birds chirp outside as you finish up work after three hours of staring at your screen. you sat yourself down and actually did the damn thing after complaining to your boyfriend via text about it for the past three days.

you stretch, glancing at an old picture of you and ross sitting on your desk, him kissing your cheek as you lovingly try to push him away. giving the photograph a passing smile, you close your computer and make your way to the upstairs bathroom.

thoughts linger to how much you miss ross as you turn on the water, and how you're going to get through the next few weeks.

you slide open your phone and hit ‘play’ to one of your boyfriend's song. the first few notes of the song are sung, and you join in, dipping your head underneath the water.

you learn a couple things when you get to my age, friends don’t lie and it all tastes the same in the dark,

as you scrub your hair, humming, you hear a comforting voice coming from the other side of the glass.

“reckon you should replace Matty.” he leans his weight against the door frame. “way better singer than he is.”

you laugh. “thanks, but I don’t think-”

wait a second.

frozen, you stood underneath the warm water as ross slides the door open. a chuckle, a real-life one escapes his lips, as he takes you in.

a contented sigh. “hi, love.”

"wh-what are you doing here?"

he shrugged. “i live here.”

as soon as ross knew he was in the clear, he booked the flight. the flight that had been sitting in his cart for ages, teasing and taunting him day after day, just waiting to be bought. after rehearsals about a day ago, the band was informed that the next few shows were postponed due to weather concerns.

elated, ross tapped the ‘pay now’ button and was on his way back to your shared apartment. tired and somewhat jet-lagged, he turned his key in the door, dropping everything in the process and searched for you. voice, exasperated mannerisms, breathing, anything.

the familiar pattern of the squeaking pipes in the wall made the house creak, hinting at the hot as hell shower you were about to take. he patted up the stairs, adrenaline pumping through his body, the feeling making him excited but anxious.

so there your boyfriend stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his muscles and tanned skin exposed as he shedded his clothes behind the fogged glass of the shower. your heartbeat quickens as you become sure it’s him, but the idea of him being home was foreign since he was supposed to be on tour for the next month.

before you could fully understand what’s happening, he steps in, lips pressing against yours, full of need and love. you push back, the reality of the situation making you happy, feeling his hands land comfortably on yours hips as you slide your arms around his neck. his tongue dancing with yours as he pulls away breathless.

“i thought you had more shows,” you speak, the thought lingering in the air with the steam, then dissipates as you moan at your boyfriend’s actions. you feel his lips attach to your neck, dragging lower and lower until they land on your breast.

ross smiles to himself, and groans as he presses his half hard dick into you, “i’ve missed you.”

“i’ve missed you more.”

“hmm,” he thinks for a moment, drops of water falling down his neck. a devilish smile spreads across his face, “wanna bet, love?”

"ross," you squirm under his gaze, heat rising in your cheeks as his lips meet the shell of your ear.

“what,” he challenges, “afraid you’ll lose?” his tone is sultry, and has you wetter by the second. a shiver shoots up your spine.

his fingers slide up your folds, and your body shudders at the contact. “no, just know I’m right.” you slick his hair back as he kneels beneath you as he places your leg over his shoulder.

he mumbles, “missed your pussy s’much, bloody hell,” spreading your folds with his fingers. you tug at his now wet hair, grinding your pussy against his face.

he looks up at you, eyes dilated and focused as he continues his actions. the sight is too much, and you shut your eyes.

"look at me, y/n," his voice gruff and dominating. the bliss and pleasure runs through you as he continues. "want you to watch."

your legs start to shake as his movements continue. you open your eyes seeing his fingers fuck you, and his mouth attaching to your clit, sucking and lapping at your core.

"ross," you moan, eyes rolling back, the coil in your stomach starting to unwind. he notices your grip on his hair getting tighter, signaling you're close.

“that’s it, princess. come undone for me,” he plants soft kisses against your thighs.

his words tip you over the edge, vision going white as your legs buckle under you, ross catching you. the coil snaps as your juices cover his face, his tongue still pleasure rippling through your entire body.

he gives you a moment to catch your breath, a giant smile on your face as he gently places your leg back to the floor. water still running, he presses his hard dick against you, pinning both your hands above your head.

“told you I missed you.”